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Tytuł: Suntoucher

  • Wykonawca: Groove Armada
  • Wy¶wietleń: 385

  
   Urban Organic, Mic mechanic
  Super-human MC powers help me fly around the planet.
  Touch the Microphone device, whole countries get flattened
  Saving damsels in distress so young girls don't panic.
  Putting MCs under pressure till they crack like ceramic
  Always thought they could flow but sink like the Titanic.
  
  Rhymes rip through your skull like icebergs through the hull
  Survive the impact, and arctic cold freezes your soul.
  Create a new style, then break the mold
  Compositions are controlled, and liable to explode
  like land mines, my crew blows through like wind chimes.
  Make it hot like fire, 200 proof like Moonshine.
  
  Risky, playing yourself is risky
  And the flows mad jazzy like Dizzy Gillespe.
  And the sound be harmonious and deadly
  like a harpy call either break one like Wayne Gretzky.
  No man can test me, so why try?
  Focus like a samurai, stronger than a Maitai.
  Or a Tsunama... I mean Tsunami
  I rock it from MTV, to the BBC.
  
  Radioactive waves short out your TV
  LESB check it for me in the next galaxy.
  Put it in a time capsule till the next century
  In a black out use it for electricity.
  
  Danger, high voltage
  Don't feed me their daily dosage
  I break it down mathematically, 99.9 is a percentage.
  Like closing fine wine the rhymes are vintage
  And the universal will gives me strength like spinach.
  
  With dinage, I eat it like a tofu sandwich
  With cabbage, I ask your girl, she knows that
  I'm not the average... Nigga... who plays to pull the trigga'
  Reality's the root of the rhymes that I configure.
  Phony... Baloney, swear like Don Corleone
  But when shit hit the fan they start crying like Pretty Tony.
  Tender like Roni... but wish to be bad like Bobby
  Been there, done that, smashed up
  Rockin' rhymes is my hobby.
  
  You're probably, like, what's he on
  Cause I rock it from the start, till the beat is gone.
  Not in the mafia but I'm the Microphone Don
  And the words that I shoot out my mouth are Teflon.
  Jeru never touch ya, Microphone wrecka'
  Meet out in the stretcha'.
  Step up in... my center
  Try to match wits but the mentor will crush you
  Jeru the Damager, the Suntoucher."